Monday, 5 January 2015

Hello!I am Samanika or Samy or justlovetv as everyone on IF knows me. Anyway, I would like to happily inform everyone that I am going to be starting a new story. I am posting it on a blog for two reasons. Firstly, since it is a PariJat story and if I post it on IF, the thread will be locked by the Mods. Secondly, this is going to a very dark rendition from my side and due to restrictions related to language and expression on IF, it is imperative that I post here.I understand the Blogger interface is new to the most of us, but its pretty easy to use. You can post your comments either by using your Google+ account or create a new Blogger account for the same. If you add the link http://darkstoriesinc.blogpost.com to your reading list, all the posts made by me will appear on your dashboard! Or if you are more comfortable, you can send me your reviews by PM on IF! I will give the details about Email subscriptions later!So, I would like to begin this story without further ado.Disclamer: Though this story has real characters, it is nothing but a fan-fiction. It is purely a work of imagination and has no resemblance to real life in any way. Rajat and Paridhi are loved by everyone! And it has certain elements which may be disturbing to younger readers, so discretion is advised from my side.Last but not the least, I would love to thank ppluvkuch aka PP for giving me the idea to write this story. PP, you rock and I love you loads!The story is unnamed as of now, and I would welcome suggestions for a title!

Part 1

Dreams….they
have the power to drive your very existence. All of us work towards achieving
our dreams, so that we may taste success one day. They make us work to the
highest of our capability, eventually leading to their fulfilment. And what
better place than Mumbai, the city of dreams to live them? Each day, people
arrive in the city with a flame of passion and zeal burning in their eyes. They
have a dream; a dream to make it big in the show business; a dream to be known
and appreciated; a dream to win hearts of the people. One such person was Rajat
Tokas, who arrived with nothing but some spare cash and luggage, but loads of
determination.

Present
day, Mumbai

“This
script is hopeless…” the man threw it across the table, where the anxious
writer sat, praying that his script get passed, “Frankly, I found no storyline
and everything seems haywire….” “But…but Sir….” The guy quivered, “I already
made all the modifications you asked for and…..” “Yes, you did. But there is
absolutely no storyline you see…I thought there would be some improvements and
it could be actually doable…but it seems this script is as good as junk…” He
got up from his seat and threw it in the trash-can. The writer was nearly in
tears; his effort of months had been wasted in a matter of a few seconds. “You
may now leave” he spoke arrogantly. He left from there, dejected. The producer
sat on his chair, examining the lines of worry on his forehead, “These useless
kids, I wonder why do they even write stories….and when I don’t like them, they
beg me to produce a show….such losers…”

The
man was none other than Rajat, who was now a famous and powerful film and TV
producer. Seven years had passed since his arrival, and he had promised himself
that he would work hard no matter what. Success, however, came early to him,
which had made him rather arrogant and rude. He was also highly introverted,
probably contributing to his success. A mysterious personality, he had a dark
side to him as well. He had given many aspiring actresses a break but it came
with a price. He asked for sexual favours in exchange for roles, and had made
careers. His demeanour was also anything but pleasant, and had managed to keep
this part of his life a secret from the world.

“Oh
God, so many people have come to audition for the role!” the girl nervously
looked at the long queue of aspirants ahead of her. She was Paridhi Sharma, a
rising starlet, who had managed to make a mark in the industry with her acting
in supporting roles. She was highly ambitious, and was trying out for leads
roles. “I just hope I bag this one! It will be such a great opportunity to work
with a successful producer like Rajat Tokas!” she thought. After waiting, she
finally was called in. She was directed towards a stage, where the show’s
director, the producer and the casting director were auditioning everyone. She
stepped on the stage and walked towards the trio. Rajat’s eyes lit up on seeing
her, she was undoubtedly the most beautiful among the girls who had walked in
that day. She wore plain white t-shirt and jeans, along with a pair of short
boots. She greeted them with a smile and introduced herself, “Good afternoon, I
am Paridhi Sharma.” He looked at her intently, “Hand her the script, and you,
act out the scene on page 3.”

Pari
opened the script and began reading the dialogues, while Rajat continued to
look at her, with increasing interest. Finally she began enacting the scene,
and as she went on, her eloquent dialogue-delivery and expressive eyes caught
his attention. “She is so…so beautiful…” he thought, “Her eyes….her lips; I
want to crush them against mine….” She completed the scene successfully, and
the three of them clapped. The director walked up to her, and congratulated
her, “Well done, dear. We really loved the performance you put up! You are
perfect for this role!” “We will cast you after we have done the look test.”
Rajat spoke as a grin laced his ever-handsome face. Pari happily agreed, and
was guided to the changing room.

She
stepped out, wearing a light-pink coloured kurta-churidar. She was asked to
face the camera, and the shots were okayed. “Perfect!” Rajat exclaimed. He
excitedly spoke to the director, “Director sahab, see, she fits the role
perfectly. It was as if it was customised for her!” Pari changed into her
clothes and nervously paced towards them, in anticipation of good news. “Sir,
how was it?” “We saw the clipping and are convinced that....no one can do this
role better than you.” Rajat spoke, “And we would like you to sign the
contract!” Pari intently listened, and when the word ‘contract’ got past his
lips, she couldn’t contain her excitement! “So, does that mean I am in?” “Yes,
you are in!” She couldn’t believe it! Her hard work and struggle of so many
years had finally borne fruit. She wanted to scream her lungs out but somehow
restrained herself. She would surely party with her friends that night. “Umm….when
would I be signing the contract?” “See, it would take about a week. There are
several clauses we will insert which you will have to accept, only then will
you be able to start shooting.” Rajat said in a non-chalant tone, “I am
preparing the contract, and I expect to see you at my residence in Mahalaxmi
next Saturday, for dinner.” “Yes, sir surely.” Pari left from the place, with a
smile of victory.

“Wow
Pari! This is amazing! Congratulations!” her friend Manisha gave her a tight
hug. She worked in the airline industry, and had come from out of town as well.
They shared an apartment with Lavina and Ankita, who also worked in the
entertainment industry. The two were out, while Manisha was on her time-off.
“We need to celebrate tonight! When are Lavi and Ankita coming?” Pari enquired.
“Hmm…I really don’t know. You know better about shoots, depends on what time it
wraps up.” “Anyway, today’s treat is on me! Let’s order something!”

He
returned home that night, with thoughts of Pari still running his head.
Somehow, she seemed different from all the other girls he had auditioned;
though she seemed petite, her eyes were full of fire. Her skin was olive, and
her hair was jet black; he wanted to clutch them and kiss her hard, for which
he had the perfect chance. As he did with all his finds, he would endlessly
make love to her. “Pari, I hope to see you soon…” he spoke as wild imagery ran
through his head. The long wait would be worth it.

The
entire week passed by in excitement for one while impatience for the other. She
couldn’t wait to sign the dotted line, while he couldn’t think of anything but
her. She had taken over his mind; he would see dreams; dreams where he would
crush her delicate body with his. The restlessness was killing him; he felt as
if he had been subjected to punishment. He had probably seen many attractive
women; many even frequented his office every day, but none as attractive as
her. There was something in her that pulled him; and he couldn’t wait to lay
his hands on her. On the other hand, her happiness knew no bounds. She was
going to be playing the role in a show produced by him! He was not only the
most successful producer, but probably also commanded respect that only a veteran
could. She could feel the contract only few hours away, as she decided on a
suitable outfit.

“Wait; let me
take a picture of her!” Lavina yelled, as Pari readied herself to leave. There
had been a wave of excitement throughout the week; the women had spent crazy
amount of time just deciding the right outfit for her, and the result was in
front of them. She wore a classic LBD, which had a thin strap with frills
around it. The weather in Mumbai was chilly in the month of January, and she
had carried a light sweater in her hand-bag. After getting a cab, she told him
to take her to Rajat’s address in Mahalaxmi, which was roughly at a distance of
1 hour from her accommodation in Versova.

Rajat had made
all the preparations in anticipation of her arrival; the dinner table was set
with the best food and wine; he had also asked for a bottle of champagne to be
kept in his room, where she would be taken to sign the ‘contract’. He had no
control over his thoughts; he could already imagine himself devouring every part
of her. It sat at the dinner table, patiently waiting.

Pari was led to
his penthouse apartment by the security guards. It was located on the 30th
floor of one of the most luxurious residential towers in Mumbai, which
overlooked the Mahalaxmi racecourse and the Arabian Sea. She went and knocked
on the door, and was led inside by one of his servants. Pari saw him sitting at
the dinner table. She greeted with a smile, “Good evening, Sir” “Good evening,
Paridhi. Please have a seat” Rajat spoke amiably.

“She looks even
more gorgeous today…” he thought to himself. He was observing each part of her
body with utmost concentration; her hair, her eyes her lips….it was an endless
exercise which didn’t seem to tire him. Her dress was hugging all her curves;
igniting a fire within him. He couldn’t wait; he wanted to carry her to his
bedroom that instant. Everything else seemed un-important for him. Meanwhile,
Pari was looking out the window, admiring the beautiful Mumbai skyline; unaware
that the person in front of her was burning in desire. She sipped on her glass
of wine, “The food is really delicious….I really loved this curry and rice…”
“Thank you so much, Paridhi. Wait till you taste the dessert, it’s even more
delicious…”

She ate the last
spoon of her dessert, and wiped her mouth with the napkin. Rajat had lost all
interest in eating on seeing her; she was so captivating yet so pure at the
same time. She stared at him with utmost innocence, “Sir, where is the
contract? I would like to read it first…” “Aah, the contract…” he spoke as her
voice soothed his ears, “I have kept the draft in my study…shall we head
there?”

They stepped
into the room, and Pari was amazed. It was done up tastefully, and saw a bed in
there. She asked, “Umm…this is your study?” “Yes, this is my bedroom cum
study.” He made her sit on the bed, while he uncorked the champagne bottle. At
that point of time, she felt as if something wasn’t right. The set-up, the
champagne seemed to give subtle hints and she felt a little scared. She
accepted the glass of champagne so as to not be rude. “You be seated, I will
get the contract.”

Rajat began
going through the number of files on the desk, while she continued to assure
herself that everything was fine and was just over-thinking. He had gulped down
the champagne in one go and had an evil smirk on his face. Finally, he pulled
out the file and sat beside her in such a way that she found highly
uncomfortable. Pari inched herself away, while he was leaving no stone unturned
to get closer, “Sir, I am not…feeling comfortable…” “Tumhe kya lagta hai, I
have given aspirants a break just like that...this is not social service that I
am doing…” “But sir, this…this is wrong…you can’t do this…” the girl was nearly
in tears. “You will have to spend the night with me if you want the contract.”
He spoke loud and clear. “But…but…but…” she was at loss for words. Coming there
seemed like the biggest mistake…she was scared to death but needed to be brave
to get out of there and began thinking of all the possibilities. Meanwhile, he
was undressing her with his eyes, “Don’t worry, I will be gentle…” he put his
hand on her face, and she got up with disgust. She was not scared anymore,
rather she was very angry. How dare could he touch her, her body was not some
public property, “Sir, I am leaving. I am not interested in doing any show with
you.” He rose up, feeling shocked. At that point of time, he very well knew
that it wasn’t about the contract, he would have given it to her anyway.
However, he was burning with desire for her, and would calm down only if he had
her. She picked up her hand-bag, and was readying to leave. He desperately
wanted her and she was slowly slipping out of his hands. Pari was about to open
the door when he grabbed her waist tightly and turned her around. She was
fearful; her colour ran out on seeing his dark and terrifying eyes; she knew
that it was deep trouble. She tried to escape his grip but he held on
and clutched both her arms tightly, such that his nails were digging into her
skin. She wailed in pain and was struggling while he tightened his grip on her.
She squirmed terribly, as she pleaded with him to let her go. He ran his hands
all over her back and butt, and she tried to push him away. He laid his hands
on her sleeves and after pulling it down, began biting her shoulders. Her
struggle and his continuous attempts to control her ensured that her skin got
badly bruised. Ultimately, she managed to push him away and was leaving when he
caught hold of her hair. She screamed, “Please! Please let me go!” He roughly
turned her around, making her face him and smashed his lips on hers. It was a
very violent kiss; he inflicted injuries on her. He bit her lips hard, when she
refused to open her mouth for him. She was wailing and at the same time trying
to push him away. She began feeling that it would be the end of her existence;
the monster was going to feast on her. However, something encouraged her to
fight back; she somehow caught hold of a metal vase lying on the table and hit
it on his head. He began wailing in pain; clutching his head. She took it as a
chance for her escape and ran away from there.

She ran down the
stairs; fearing that he would get hold of her, she didn’t even wait for an
elevator. Her heart was beating fast out of fear and terror, she had escaped
from his hungry jaws yet she felt that the ordeal had not ended for her. After
coming down sufficient number floors, she finally decided to use the elevator.

She began her
descent but the fear of the unknown still gripped her. The entire incident had
shaken her up beyond unimaginable measures. Her heartbeats still faster than
ever; she turned around to take a look at herself in the mirror and was
shocked. Her hair and clothes were dishevelled, the rough encounter having torn
one of her sleeves. Her hands and shoulder bore scratches inflicted by his
nails and bite marks. Her lips were bleeding; the attack of his teeth had
injured them terribly. She quickly pulled out her sweater and wore it to cover
her modesty. The doors of the elevator swung open and she ran as fast as she
could, wanting to get away from the place.